Note: I am SO SORRY to everyone whose been waiting for an update on this story * bows so deeply she cracks her head on the floor * Enigma and I did NOT expect this story to have ANY popularity at all ! Thank you thank you everyone for your support! It's the reviewers that force me to crawl up from the ashes of a missing muse to force me to write. I hope I don't disappoint anyone!

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Batman Fanfiction

Chapter 5

For Angela, the next day of school couldn't have been more awkward.

Waking Saturday morning, in her own bed with a slight hangover, wrapped in Tim's jacket, and her memory fuzzy on how she had gotten home had been one of the strangest -she blushed like wildfire at the jacket and how it smelled oh so nice- mornings of her life. Sam had been mysteriously missing from the house and Angela, hoping her sister was okay sent her a quick text and proceeded to pretend that everything was completely normal and nothing had happened the night before.

Not that anything had happened… she hoped.

"Angela." A soft tenor broke her from her thoughts and the inside of her locker came back into focus, the weekends events disappearing from her minds eye.

Angela turned to face Tim who was casually leaning up against the locker next to hers. He looks like a boyfriend waiting to escort his girlfriend to class she thought vaguely before shaking her head, forcing the random thought away.

"Tim?" She asked softly in reply, her ocean orbs focused on the passive expression on his face.

Tim wasn't watching her though, his gaze was settled somewhere on the long throng of students who were busy pushing each other out of the way to make it to first period on time. "I was just checking up to see how you were doing after Friday… you didn't answer any of my phone calls or messages…"

Oh, that was because I was to embarrassed about my behavior. I was drinking underage, goading on a seriously dangerous man using you as a fake boyfriend and then thinking that you were somehow related to that Riddler incident at dinner a few weeks ago because my mind just wouldn't shut up about the similarities between you and some really good looking masked vigilante.

That's what Angela wanted to say, but instead she merely shrugged pulling his jacket out of her bag and handing it to him. "M'fine." Pausing briefly Angela lowered her voice to a whisper and looked at the too handsome boy. His gaze shifted as he took his jacket and his own blue eyes caught hers. "Can we… not mention what happened to anyone else please? I sadly do have a rep to uphold, and so do you. Besides, we wouldn't want the girls in school to think that the untouchable Tim Drake could be possibly dating little ol' I'm-spoiled-and-have-a-stick-up-my-ass-class-president do we?"

"Anyone who believes rumors is just gullible Angela." Tim replied readily, his hand settling on her shoulder as if to comfort her. "And as long as we know what's true is what matters right?"

Robin took Angela's shoulders, "You did good. You adverted the crisis without hurting him too bad."

Angela blinked suddenly and jerkily pulled away from the boy in front of her in surprise. Why? Why did she keep thinking like this? Was her subconscious trying to tell her something?

Tim's eyes widened ever so slightly as his brow crinkled in confusion. "Are you feeling alright?" His knuckles brushed her cheek, like butterfly wings on her skin and Angela let her eyes flutter shut for just a breath…

Before snapping them back open, her mouth set instantly in false cheer that she hoped was convincing. "I'm great! Sorry about all the mess I made for you on Friday!" Breaking eye contact, Angela buried her head in her locker, pretending to be valiantly searching for something. "Well! I've got to get to Biochem, I'm probably already late!" Stuffing books in her bag, Angela turned as she shut her locker, purposely avoiding looking at the boy who was pretty well surprised with her sudden change of demeanor. "Well I'll see you after school! Student council is taking a group of volunteers to get the school decorated for prom! See you there!"

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Samantha's eyes darted from the picture of a middle aged man and his blushing bride and then back to the canvas that was her current focus. The man had paid Samantha a hefty sum of cash to have the picture painted to near life sized by her talented hand. Though Samantha had never had any formal education in art, she felt that if she desired, she could compete with the pros. Art came to her as natural as breathing. The flow of colors, the structure of lines and the pure emotion that one put into artwork was simply breathtaking and Samantha would never be able to find anything to compare.

Well… maybe not anything…

Waking up alone in the dingy motel room hadn't been anything new to Samantha. Not that she got around a lot, but when she did, she preferred a one night stand to some man latching his arm around her waist and proclaiming -with a fist to his chest and a caveman like bellow- that she was his woman.

But this time Samantha found herself missing the warmth of a certain dark haired man who had blown her mind the night before.

Eddie Nigma.

His name hadn't pulled up anything from the internet search engine. Sam leaned back in her chair and wondered again, for what felt like the zillionth time, if it was an alias he had used as his name. Eddie. Sam's gut told her that it was his true first name. But Nigma? Snorting suddenly Sam mentally slapped herself. ? No wonder she couldn't find anything on her mystery partner!

"Excuse me miss." A voice snapped her out of her thoughts. "But where can I find tri-folds?"

Sam looked up at the customer and jerked a thumb behind her. "Aisle 3. There'll be a bunch of large pieces of paper and different cardboards. It'll be around there."

"Thank you." The man replied before heading off in the direction she had motioned.

Sam smiled and resisted the urge to roll her eyes. Why did customers feel the need to ask her where things were located when they could just easily walk the aisles or read the giant signs posted over each aisle saying what was located in each row?

Unfortunately, as much as Sam loved art, it wasn't a really well paying job. She had no desire to pursue anything beyond commissions because that almost always required some form of degree and frankly, Sam didn't want to go to school for something she felt she was already well versed in. So instead, Sam worked part time in a small, comfortable art shop and did her actual art on the side.

Another customer approached the desk and Sam raised her head. "Excuse me miss can I ask you a-!" and stopped when her blood ran cold.

Before her was standing her most favorite person in the whole world.

"YOU!" They both proclaimed as Sam jumped to her feet and the Riddler protectively held out his cane.

"What are you doing here!" The Riddle asked, inching away from the desk as if she would leap over it and murder him any second.

"I work here!" Sam replied hotly, her fingers inching toward the bottle of Riddler Repellent that was stuffed in her back pocket. "What are you doing here?"

The Riddler adjusted his tie attempting to look as non threatening as possible. "I heard there was an amazing artist here and came to commission something from them!"

Sam paused as a small smirk crept onto her face. "Well. Your looking at her." The Riddle blanched as his jaw dropped. "What could you possibly want done?"

"A dart board."

"Um… a dart board?"

"That's right." The Riddler replied swinging his cane lazily in a loop his gaze focused on something other then the girl who he was sure would annihilate him at any second. "I want a life sized dart board of Batman done, and I'm willing to pay well."

Sam crossed her arms and turned away from the villain. "I don't take money stolen from banks!"

The Riddler huffed, obviously offended. "I will be paying you with money that I have gained legally. I am more then a bank robber madam."

"A grand."

"Er… what?"

Sam turned and faced the Riddler, her palms coming down on the counter with a loud bang. She grinned when she saw him jump just a little. "It'll cost you one thousand dollars. If you want it to be realistic, I can even sculpt you a Batman that will be able to hold the darts and not change the sculpture too much, but that will cost you double. You are also responsible for all materials. I can have it done in a few days or a few weeks depending on which you want."

A small smirk stretched across the Riddler's mouth. "Consider it done my dear…"

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A/N: Sorry I know it's short but I really really wanted to at least put up something since everyone has been waiting so patiently! Thank you all again for your support, it means so much to us!